Classic Novel
A Rose 513
A Rose 513
Jasper’s face paled upon hearing Zeke’s name. He was a famed racer in the streets, and all who
raced knew of his name.
Before Jasper could speak, Carson challenged arrogantly, “Are you scared? Pathetic! If you don’t have the guts to race against Zeke, just kneel and admit you’re useless. I might just let you off.”
“Scared?” Yvette replied, lazily arching an eyebrow. That word didn’t exist in her vocabulary. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
“And what if you lose again?”
Infuriated by her casual attitude, Carson lost his cool. “What do you want?”
“I want the newest medical equipment that the Shaw family purchased recently.” Yvette enjoyed the idea of snagging something for free. What a clever way to save a hefty amount of money!
“Fine! If I lose this time, that batch of medical equipment is yours!”
Brimming with confidence that Zeke would win, Carson agreed without hesitation.
Yvette nodded in satisfaction. “Okay. I’ll race you.”
“Great!” Carson grinned, a mix of pride and malice on his face. “See you at Serpentine Speedway.”
Finally breaking his silence, Zeke looked at Yvette intently and said, “I hope you don’t disappoint me.”
He had agreed to Carson’s request after seeing footage of Yvette’s previous race. Her drifting technique was a mirror image of the legendary racer known as Shadow God.
Besides Kaise and Shadow God, Zeke had no real rivals left in the racing scene. Unfortunately, Kaise had long since retired, and Zeke was eager to find someone to compete against.
Now that a racer with Shadow God’s skills had emerged, Zeke was determined to seize the opportunity, no matter who she was.
“Why did you agree to race Zeke?” Jasper exclaimed while watching them walk away. “Zeke isn’t like that idiot, Carson–he’s a tough opponent!”
Zeke was notorious in the racing world as a madman, known for his reckless driving and death - defying approach to racing. Aside from the legendary racer Shadow God and Kaise, no one dared to compete against him.
Kaise was a name that stood shoulder to shoulder with Shadow God, having raced longer and boasting an unmatched skill set. To this day, he had never lost a race, and he was the founder of many renowned racing clubs–a true veteran in the scene.
Despite Jasper’s panic, Yvette maintained her casual demeanor.
“What’s there to be afraid of?”
“Afraid? I’m really afraid. Yvie, please don’t race him! He’s a lunatic–he drives like he has nothing to lose. If anything happens to you, Wilson will kill me,” Jasper pleaded.
Seeing Jasper so worked up piqued Yvette’s interest. “He’s that impressive?” It had been a while since she raced, and she wasn’t up to date on the racing scene anymore.
“Yes! He’s incredibly skilled!” Jasper quickly nodded, eager to dissuade her from the race.
“People in the circuit are saying he’s even more talented than Shadow God. So please, don’t race him.”
“All the more reason why I should race him.” Yvette’s lips curled into a smirk. Competing against someone with such formidable skills sounded thrilling.
Jasper was taken aback. “What?”
That wasn’t the reaction he had expected. He wanted her to back down, not get more excited.
“Yvie, you can race, too?” Madison and the others looked at Yvette with even more admiration.